catalog

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When I was 8, my mum took us to Canada and America. She drove me and my two older sisters, plus a cousin, from Toronto down to Miami and back. And we stopped in Baltimore, got there 2am.

And where we stopped, around Charles Street, was just all busy, all black people. And she had my uncles address written down, showing it to people. And a guy explained. I remember how calm he looked, and his skin was glistening a lot.

We found the house OK and she parked up, in the morning the car got towed cos she parked on the wrong side of the Street.
 

catalog

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I have a cousin that spent some time volunteering in the worst parts of baltimore and they were apparently so traumatized by it, they refused to watch the wire because it was too much for them.
Yeah this is basically same as my cousin. I wanted him to take me to a club, with proper music, but he wouldn't. He's been held up at gunpoint multiple times.
 

0bleak

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Also just these other fucked terms like "food deserts"

i feel like i'm in a food desert now
i mean, not really, but with it being the smallest city where i've ever lived, even the "national" grocery stores here aren't as well stocked with things I could find elsewhere.
Not to say that there isn't plenty of nutritious stuff, but the variety of some things isn't as wide.
and forget about having a decent indian restaurant
i know, i know, more like not real problems nor a real food desert
 

0bleak

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perhaps an interesting fact: the last place i lived in seattle was practically right next to what was being said by some statisticians to be the most economically and racially diverse neighborhood in the country
 
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